Where Do We Draw The Line

Poets Of The Fall · Revolution Roulette [2008]

On your palm an endless wonder

Lines that speak the truth without a sound

In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger

Already looks for prey to run down



So why do we keep up this charade

How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait

What does tomorrow want from me

What does it matter what I see

If it can't be my design

Tell me where do we draw the line

Tell me where do we draw the line



The dance of flames and shadows in the street

Make poetry nobody's ever heard

The weight of lonelinesss stands on your feet

The cage already there around the bird



So why don't we join the masquerade

Before it falls apart, before our love become insatiate

What does tomorrow want from me

What does it matter what I see

If I can't choose my own design

Tell me where do we draw the line

What does tomorrow want from me

What does it matter what I see

If we all walk behind the blind

Tell me where do we draw the line

Tell me where do we draw the line



Where's the cooling wind, where's the evergreen field

Where's my mother's open arms, where's my father lionheart

Is like the sun's gone down, sleeps in the hallowed ground now

With the autumn's browns leaves, with the one who never greves



So why do we keep up this charade

How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait

What does tomorrow want from me

What does it matter what I see

If it can't be my design

Tell me where do we draw the line

What ever tomorrow wants from me

At least I'm here, at least I'm free

Free to choose to see the sign

This is my line